In search of "that" something..

Long long ago, a light used to glow, glow green.
And I used to watch it.. feeling your presence

"Hey".. or "Hello".. casual words used to get printed..
They were not so casual..

But then.. that's not the story..

The story is.. something happened...
something.. you know...

And I no more see that green light..
Sometimes I wonder.. is that  me who has turned it grey?
Or is that you?

I know.. many times.. so many times.. that you are right there..
Right there, closing yourself from me.

I keep waiting..

And if, on some rarest of occasion, it turns green..
and.. I hide...
I run.

And then I come back. Now you are gone.
And then.. again...

I keep waiting... till it happens again.